A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! It’s late and I’m sleepy, so have this short poem about sleep for your enjoyment this evening.

Bid me go

To the land of dreams, sweet

Melody of sleep that lies, somewhere

In the sphere behind my eyes, the silent

Slumber that rumbles and unleashes

My secret self, existing

Only in this realm,

Without a sound.

I bid me go, and rest,

For I am for this kingdom

Bound.